Mom's Favorite Flower - one of my favorite memories
Gentle breezes and a warm sun play across my face as I monitor my children from our front step.
Though he is not allowed to wander far, my son rounds the corner and hands me a beautiful red rose, obviously from a neighbor's garden.
Not to be outdone, his older sister hands me another beautiful flower, probably from the same neighbor's garden.
My 3-year old, unaware of where her older siblings found these treasures, searches and searches until, beaming with pride, she emerges from the corner of the house to drop remnants of dead dandelions in my hand.
I fawn over them as I did over the other gifts bestowed upon me by my babies.
Years later, I sit in a Dairy Queen parking lot with my youngest daughter, when a little girl approaches my window. Her father smiles bashfully as he watches his daughter hand a perfect stranger a precious gift, a memory. The dandelion sits in my palm, a lovely reminder of that warm sunny day when my children placed their gifts in my hand.
Today my grandchildren -- their parents the givers of more than a dozen bouquets of dandelions -- carry on the tradition. I gratefully place each droopy dandelion in a glass, careful not to drown the bugs flitting around the yellow flowered weed.
My children are grown now. I miss our daily contacts, especially those with my Marine son who is often stationed overseas or living across the country. I long for the day he comes home.
And if he brings me nothing else, I would welcome with laughter and tears another red rose, or even a handful of bug-infested dandelions, my favorite "flower."
What a beautiful post, it touched me greatly. I'll pray for your son's safe return home soon. My brother spent 18 months in Iraq, and our whole family longed for his return. It's so hard when they are away!
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